My Ideas Of Words

The battlefield seemed awake for blood as we stepped upon its surface. Lighting struck down from the hollow sky, sending its message for what would come. Air whistles through the land to set the tempo of wrath that’s about to take the stage, the stage of death where actors have no choice but to perform. I see the army on the other side marching towards us, overbearing like a tsunami, ready to take what’s in their sight, with no fear in their eyes as they prepare for their fate upon the earth. But that was a lie; fear is always there, and the only thing we can do is suppress the fear till it loses its breath, but it never does. Fear stood within me as I stood to battle my coming foes. The large group of men that mounted behind me stood there like guardian angels to take flight against the adversaries. They knew what their mission was and were focused on preparation upon preparation to set for tonight’s spectacle, a spectacle of blood. War tempts the anger for justice that rides in men, something to fight for that gives their life meaning before they turn to dust. I always wonder when the cycle of war will end I wonder from day to night, winter to winter, as to when the snow will cover up the slaughter, and hope that God will bring a new earth. I have commanded and witnessed numerous battles, and I have not missed a single drop of blood or a scream that tore my eardrum. Pride was my savior, as it has put me in this condition to survive, but it has also been the turmoil of what sits in my brain, never letting go of the art of war and constantly painting its canvas. I turn to my men again, and I notice a young man to my right, he stands firm with his weapon, drawn to eat up flesh and return it to its creator, but something is off. I approach him calmly, measuring him up the closer I got. He looked at me as I stood in front of him, and I could tell he was fighting with fear, trying to suppress it, but it would not fall. I grabbed his shoulder and spoke to him in a steady voice.  “You are scared, young man, and I can see the tremor in your eyes,” I said “No, my lord, I am nothing but fearless.” he replied anxiously Lies are always easy to tell, especially if you want to cover up your fear. He clutched his weapon harder to show strength, but I was not fooled. “You lie, young man, and that’s okay. You are scared of what’s to come, as we all are. But you need to stand strong amongst the storms. Fight the demon in you take is taking hold of your breath and focus on the higher substance of your purpose” I gripped his sword tight  “Use this sword to fight young men, not for yourself but for the soldiers who are with you.  Fight for something higher.” The young man looked at me, and I could see courage rising in his eyes. He was ready for the trumpet of war.  “Yes, my lord”. He soon bowed his head for respect. I went back and straddled my Golden horse, ready for a speech of triumph. I rode my horse back and forth, making my appearance known to all men who planted themselves on the rich soil.  “Hear me, men, the tides of war are set upon us to serve, serve with blood. Don’t let the disturbance of panic move you from your path, walk straight among the flames and embrace the heat. Remember, my warriors, that you are not alone, here among you are fellow men who will fight for you, defend you, and die for you. Never forget that.” War cries erupted around the men like a choir singing their praises. Men slamming their swords on their shields, trying to awaken the God of war to watch them. “So please hold your swords tight and fight till your last breath. Think about your purpose as of now, and that is to fight and eliminate the evil that is in front of us, and yes, they are evil because anyone or anything that strives to cut our flesh is of the devil. We will strike off those demons and restore ourselves to the heavens!!!” The men roared with delight and rage, ready to run towards the opposition. I steadied my horse and looked on the horizon. The army was approaching us with heavy steps, ready to commence. The time was here to welcome eternal sleep or eternal glory. We marched forward, thunder rumbling in the sky, as war drums built up the aggression of all men. I put my head up to the high sky and silently prayed for what was about to come.

“May God watch us”.